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Alas the Dark

All is lost
my steed is dead
frightful demons
run through my head.
Sleep is rare
and hours few.
What to think
If only I knew.

Despair sneaks up
dejection hits me.
I turn to fight
There's none to see.
I fight the pain
Alone's so hard.
My life's a story-
a courtier's bard.

A tale that noone
believes-yet true.
A tale of one
but wished of two.
A life of love and pain,
and heart,
that needs another
to restart.

I will not stop
I'll find you dear.
And hold you tight and
always near.
My heart to you
I give as one.
Together we stand
till all is done.
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Posted: Nov 2010

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Comments (2)

niah9online today!
Well written...
they'll be out there waiting for the time to challenge your demons...
Niahangel bouquet
Hope you "steed" is revived quickly and completely and your pain soon subsides... wine
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